Bassookah Tiraspol’s Self-Titled Grindcore Masterpiece: A Wild Ride Through Chaos and Pigs
Let’s cut to the chase—this album is nuts. Like, full-on unhinged. Released in 2016 by Italy’s own Bassookah Tiraspol (yeah, they named themselves after some Moldovan city, go figure), this grindcore gem from Skull Dungeon doesn’t just push boundaries; it obliterates them with a chainsaw while screaming about pigs. And AIDS. And corpses. You know, light topics.
The record kicks off with “Porco Dio,” which sets the tone perfectly—if you’re into blast beats, guttural growls, and lyrics that sound like they were scribbled on a napkin during an existential crisis at a bar. But let me tell ya, the real standout here is “Pigs Love Rock & Roll.” This track slaps harder than a drunk pig at a mud-wrestling match. It’s fast, filthy, and oddly catchy—you’ll find yourself humming its chaotic riffs even though you probably shouldn’t. There’s something strangely endearing about how unapologetically absurd it all feels. Plus, who can resist headbanging to lines about pigs loving rock? Not me, apparently.
Then there’s “My Fist Still Smells Like Your Ass Although I Killed You Six Years Ago.” Yeah, try saying that five times fast. The song hits like a freight train fueled by rage and regret, blending raw aggression with dark humor that borders on self-parody. By the time the vocals devolve into what sounds like someone gargling nails, you’re either laughing or questioning your life choices. Either way, it sticks with you. Maybe too much.
What makes this album work isn’t just the sheer audacity of the lyrics—it’s the relentless energy behind every track. Sure, songs like “I Shot You In The Cunt With My Brand New Gun” might make you raise an eyebrow (or two), but damn if they don’t keep things interesting. Even when the band tries their hand at satire with tracks like “Pigs Tried Submitting A Love Song To The Eurovision Song Contest,” it’s hard not to admire their commitment to being as over-the-top as possible.
But here’s the kicker: beneath all the shock value and pig-themed madness lies some genuinely solid musicianship. These guys know their way around grindcore, delivering tight performances that balance technical skill with pure chaos. It’s like watching a car crash—you can’t look away, even though part of you wishes you could.
In conclusion, Bassookah Tiraspol is one of those albums that defies easy description. Is it brilliant? Absolutely. Offensive? Probably. Worth listening to? Without a doubt. Just don’t play it for your grandma unless she’s cool with hearing about fist-ass murder metaphors set to breakneck tempos.
Final thought: If pigs really do hold you in their arms and tell you they love you, maybe give this album another spin. Or call animal control. Whichever seems more urgent.
